The Lord of the Manor Speaks

Oh my. My little orangie "brother" Gilmore sure has a lot learn about pawlitics! That little pipsqueak thinks he is going to take my place while I am in the hospital and then convalescing from my radioactive iodine treatment next month.

I am the president because I am the oldest AND I have the most experience living in this household. I am not sure who is the next oldest, but Kiki gets the nod for vice president since she has the second most experience, and Butters is more of a...ahem...follower than a leader. He's a nice guy and all, but sometimes I think he's a few Fancy Feast sandwiches short of a picnic...if you catch my drift.

The other cats respect Kiki's authority, except for the occasional breach of protocol from Gilmore, and I have to say she has earned my respect too. You should see her scaring the fur pants off Hazel and Lilith when she has a mind to!

Gilmore is very pawpular around here, but he's just a baby. Ok, so he's a baby with the cutest orange stripey coat and white sleeves and pants. But needs to learn that there is much more to being president than being cute and schmoozing. Perhaps I will be his mentor.

Note to self: Call an emergency meeting of the Boy Kitty club at once!

I am sorry you have to be radiocatted again, Mouse. You are the first kitty we have heard of purrsonally where it did not work the first time. We will all be purring for you, big guy! I am sure the pipsqueaks will not dare try to usurp your authority in your absence.